#edxlarry

[kindathoughtprovoking]

This is the best thing I've ever read.

[ar-ugh-orn]

Part 3 of the EdxLarry fanfic I am writing with leomcdaddy under the cut.

Ed was leaning over with his back to the door so he did not notice when Larry appeared at the door. When he finally registered the presence of another in the room he was so shocked that he remained still. So did the new person. “That's odd,” Ed thought. “Why haven't they said anything? A staffer with his ass in the air isn't really a common sight.” He straightened up and turned to find Larry leaning against the doorframe, zoning out somewhere in the direction of where had Larry had just been.

“Um, hi?” It was more of a question than a greeting.

Larry shook himself easily back to the present, an almost secretive grin spreading across his face. In one world one minute, in another the next. That was Larry. “Good morning!” he said, almost trilling. “Jo said you wanted to see me.”

“She did?” How could Jo possibly know what Ed was thinking. Then he remembered that he had talked to Jo when they passed each other in the hallway early that morning. “I did! I mean, she did. She did say that I did because I did.”

Larry raised one eyebrow. Ed could never understand how one face could make so many different shapes in such a short amount of time. “Okaaaayyyyyyy. You did. But do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you still want want to see me?”

“Oh I do! I really do!” Ed took note of the unnecessary excitement that had crept into his voice. And if Ed noticed it, he could bet that Larry had at least ten seconds before he did. Ed cleared his throat, and made his words come out a little gruffer and lower than usual. “Uh, that is, I have a problem. With my coffee maker. Could you take a look and see if you can fix it? It keeps making this whirring sound-- and no, not the whirring sound it's supposed to make.” He cut off the retort that he knew was coming. By that point he could follow Larry's thought process pretty well, no matter how snarky it was, and the intake of breath and slight opening of the mouth was a dead giveaway of what was to come. “You know how much attention I pay to my coffee and you're the only one I'll let near the thing. Bartlet himself could come down hear and ask to make himself a cup and I would say 'Mr. President, with all due respect, you need to get your ass away from there.”

“Where am I supposed to get my ass away from?” Ed had been so wrapped up in Larry, in talking to him, watching him, predicting his movements, that he hadn't noticed the Commander in Chief pacing up and down the hallway.